Hello there people. My name is Sharon. I’m a nice, sweet Canadian girl that just happens to work in the naughty business. I’ve lived in Southwestern Ontario, Canada in the same 1886 Victorian brick home my entire life. I was raised here, as was my mom. It’s been in our family since 1949. Slowly I am restoring it to its Victorian splendor.
I am an old fashioned, home loving domestic sort. I love to cook, bake, garden, and am quite good with home repair and decoration. A few have compared me to Martha Stewart. I’ve tried my hand at woodworking, and even made a few pet caskets. My voice is popular with many, I know, and I used to sing when I was in school. Both in choir and solos in talent shows.
I’ve always had an interest in the paranormal. Ghosts, divination, the afterlife, otherworldy phenomenon. From as far back as I can remember I was asking my mom what happens when we die.
I was always interested in ouija boards, runes, tarot cards and crystal balls. I’ve always wanted to have a crystal ball, maybe one day I shall have one. I haven’t too much success with the ouija board, but a few interesting experiences for sure.
There is some innate psychic abilty in my family on my mothers side, my mother and grandmother and great grandmother all have had dreams over the years that came to pass, as have I, as is outlined in my psychic experiences I have had page.
My grandmother had some interesting stories she told. She was the daughter of a United Church minister, and as a minister he conducted weddings and funerals. There was a black cloth that used to be draped over the caskets at funerals that was kept in a closet of the guest room, and everytime they had a guest sleep in that bedroom, they always had terrible nightmares. She and her mother concluded it was because of that cloth that was in the closet. Who knows, but it was kind of creepy in any case!
During the second world war, her fiance was stationed in Africa, and one night she had a dream about him being killed from a head injury. Sure enough, a couple of days later notice came the Jeep he’d been in had hit a mine, turned over and he was killed .
I was always fascinated by the idea of reincarnation and different lifetimes. I do believe I have fleeting memories of several of them, or what I believe to be them. To me it just makes sense that we have many lifetimes and many lessons. One lifetime is simply not enough, and karma comes into effect as well. How we treat others, what we do, will all affect our future circumstances, so it’s best to really do onto others as you would have them do onto you, since I truly believe it will come back to you. If not in this lifetime, then the next………..
“Girls are like apples…the best ones are at the top of the trees. The men don’t want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples that are on the ground that aren’t as good, but easy. So the apples at the top think there is something wrong with them, when, in reality, they are amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who’s brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree…”